Nicole Edwards - Entrusted

“Do you want that, Sam? Do you want Logan and me to fuck you at the same time? To fill your pussy?”

Sam glanced over at him and Logan’s dick was now almost at full mast again. If she said yes, he wasn’t sure he would need to wait until later that night.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes meeting Logan’s before sliding back to Elijah’s face. “Right now. Fuck me, both of you. Please.”

Elijah glanced over at Logan, his brows furrowed. It was almost as though Elijah was apologizing for bringing up the subject, knowing Logan had just come. He damn sure wasn’t as young as he used to be, and getting hard this soon after generally didn’t come easy for him.

But the idea of double stuffing Sam… Ahh, fuck.

Logan was already stroking his cock, the insatiable thing rock hard once more as he thought about sliding inside of Sam, alongside Elijah.

Granted, it wasn’t happening in that swing.

Apparently, Elijah already knew that because he was unstrapping Sam’s ankles and her wrists, although he still penetrated her completely.

When he stood back up, Sam had wrapped her arms around his neck and Elijah lifted her easily, carrying her over to the far wall where he put his back against it.

“Fuck,” Logan growled.

Not wasting time, Logan moved up to the pair, his chest pressing against Sam’s back, his hands cupping her ass to assist Elijah in holding her. She couldn’t wrap her legs around Elijah because he was using the wall as leverage, but with Logan’s help, Sam was able to lean into Elijah.

Bending at the knees, he had to let go of Sam long enough to line up his cock.

Fucking hell.

He’d never done this before. Never had his cock touch another man’s cock like this, but here he was, sliding into Sam slowly. Ever so fucking slowly. She was so fucking tight.

“Oh, fuck,” Sam moaned. “It’s too much.”

Elijah didn’t move because he was holding most of Sam’s weight, his cock buried inside of her.

“Do you want me to stop?” Logan asked, his breaths ragged as their combined heat on his dick pulled at that tiny thread of control he was holding on to.

“No,” she said, but Logan wasn’t quite sure he believed her.

“If it’s too much, Sam, tell us.”

Logan continued on his quest to join Elijah inside of Samantha, even slower this time, their cocks pressed tightly together within her snug, wet pussy.

“Fuck, baby,” Logan groaned. “This feels good. Almost there.”

Once Logan was inside of her as far as he could go, he didn’t move. Neither did Elijah as they waited for her body to adjust to them both being inside of her.

At the same fucking time.

Logan was watching Sam’s face and when she leaned in to kiss Elijah, he knew she was relaxing somewhat. He continued to watch as the kiss heated, their mouths fumbling as they attempted to inhale one another and only then did he start moving. Sam moaned, trying to grind down against them but it was difficult to do in this position.

Note to self: Next time, try this in a bed.

“Ahh, fuck,” Elijah groaned. “Your pussy’s so tight, Sam. You’re gonna make me come.”

Logan picked up the pace, thrusting into her right alongside Elijah’s cock.

Neither of them was wearing a condom which made the sensation… too fucking good.

“Oh, yes,” Sam moaned. “More,” she pleaded, “harder, Logan. I’m so close.”

Logan adjusted his stance, giving himself more traction as he began to thrust into her relentlessly. A fine sheen of sweat coated his entire body, his clothes sticking to him as he fucked his wife while Elijah was buried inside of her.

She was double stuffed and the thought had him barreling close to the edge once again.

“Faster,” Elijah groaned. And Logan gave him what he asked for, ramming into her, unable to fully retreat, but enough so that the friction became intoxicating.

“Yes!” Sam bellowed. “God, yes! I’m coming!”

“Fuck!” Logan stilled as her muscles locked onto them both, milking him.

“Ahh!” Elijah groaned at the same time Logan’s release ripped through him.

Several minutes later, with Sam back on her feet, they stood there trying to catch their breaths. Elijah was holding most of their combined weights because Logan was barely able to keep himself upright.

“That was a first,” Sam finally said, breaking the silence.

Elijah glanced at Logan, his eyes reflecting his disbelief. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Logan admitted as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“Well, hell.”

“What?” Sam asked, shifting so she could look up at both of them.

“Nothing. I’m just wondering what other firsts we can look forward to.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be plenty more,” Sam suggested optimistically.

Yeah, Logan had absolutely no doubt about that.

Three months later…

Elijah sat on the bed, glancing at the box sitting on the floor at his feet. He’d sliced open the tape a few seconds ago, but now he just needed a minute.

“Hey,” Samantha greeted him, and Elijah looked up to see her standing in the doorway.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, moving farther into the room.

“I was…” Elijah glanced down at the box, then back up at her. “I don’t want to leave them in the box.”

Sam reached down, pulling open one of the flaps to peer inside. She squatted down on her haunches beside the box and looked up at him.

Elijah had a difficult time looking at her at the moment.

“These are your pictures of Beth.”

Yeah, they were. And they’d been sitting in that box for the last week, ever since he had moved. Well, technically, they had moved. It wasn’t long after their night together at Devotion when they’d checked out that swing for the second time that they had decided to take their relationship to the next level. And that meant moving in together.

But, apparently, somewhere along the way, Sam had found a house. Well, more like Sierra had found them a house, dangerously close to her own. After a lot of discussion, Logan had finally told them he was ready to move. He was quite impressed with the house they’d looked at and he liked the concept of it becoming their house.

The three of them.

Not Logan’s. Not Sam’s. Not Elijah’s.

Logan had felt it best to start anew.

So, they’d bought the house. Granted, the deed was in Logan’s and Sam’s names, but there was a contract that reflected Elijah’s partial ownership.

And now they had a house. With two complete master bedrooms. Sam and Logan were in one, Elijah in the other, although there were plenty of nights when Sam would join him in his bed. Sometimes just for a little while, sometimes all night.

And of course, there was a third room which they’d turned into a playroom. Fully equipped with yes, another king sized bed. That way, they could all sleep in the same room if they chose to. Oh, and a swing. They couldn’t forget the swing.

So yes, this new house – new to them anyway – was the perfect setup. At least it had been for the last week, since they officially moved in.

Hence, the reason Elijah was still unpacking.

“I was thinking…” Sam said, bringing Elijah’s attention back to her. “We kind of set aside a place for these pictures. If you don’t want them there, that’s fine, but I thought you’d want to show them off. Beth’s a part of you; therefore, she’s a part of us.”

Elijah just stared back at Sam, unsure what to say.

“Come here,” she told him as she rose to her feet after taking one of the pictures from the box. When she took his hand, he relented and pushed to his feet.

He followed her into the living room where Logan was sitting on the couch watching television. When they walked in, he grabbed the remote and shut it off. Sam led Elijah over to the set of floor to ceiling bookshelves that lined one wall while Logan came to his feet. The bookshelf was already filled with books, but there were several shelves that had been decorated with vases and trinkets, and yes, picture frames.

There were pictures of Logan and Sam’s wedding, some of Sam’s parents, Logan’s parents, Logan’s grandfather and pictures of Luke, Sierra, Cole and Hannah. He noticed a recent one of the three of them, taken by Sierra when they’d come to look at the house for the very first time. There were also several empty spaces, and Sam set Beth’s picture in one of the spots.

“I made room for all of them,” she told him now.

Elijah didn’t know what to say. Sam must’ve realized he was a little choked up because she walked right up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Elijah buried his face in her neck, holding onto her just as tightly.

Logan’s hand rested on his shoulder again. Elijah had learned that was Logan’s way of showing his support. Just a show of solidarity, letting him know that he was there.

“Thank you, Sam,” he whispered long minutes later.

“I’m not sure what you’re thanking me for, but you’re welcome.”

Elijah smiled at that, lifting his head and cupping her face in his hands. “Thank you for loving me. For knowing just what I need.”

Sam smiled too as she glanced between the two of them. “Sometimes it takes more than one person to complete us. I’ve realized that now. The people who come into our lives affect us; they mold us into who we will become. Logan taught me what love is. And I’m grateful to Beth. Through her, you learned what love is. And because of them, we get to share a little bit of that love with each other.”